An enlightened saint, an outcaste devil, presented me a gift each,
The devil grinned, the saint smiled- his was a wisdom beyond reach;
With hope and fear, I opened the black crumpled pack of cruelty,
it was a mirror, I stared at it, the devil in me stared back at me
with joy and pride, I opened the neat, white pack of spiritual peace
it was a mirror, I smiled at it, the saint in me smiled back at me
Not knowing what to do with them, I placed the mirrors face to face,
To know them better, in between them, my mortal body stood in place,
I looked in one, and then the other, and thousands of myself I saw
The devil grinned, the saint smiled- his was a wisdom beyond reach.
To be a hobble of Gods own land we may spin sardonic passion of spirit white pack of spiritual peace it was a mirror, I smiled at it, the saint in me smiled back at me Not knowing what to do with them, I placed the mirrors face to face, To know them better, in between them, my mortal body stood in place,
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I would like to translate this poem
duality brought out well...read my me&me..good piece-10